"Fool for Love"
Title: "Fool for Love"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC America and Tiger Aspect Media.
Plot spoilers: Up to Season 2 Episode 9 "Lardners Ring"
Pairings: Much/Fool Implied: Much/Robin, Robin/Marian, Will/Djaq, Djaq/Allan
Warnings: Explicit slash scene. Not appropriate for work.
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content, slash)
Summary: This is a forced pairing. No chemistry between the characters during the show but I was determined to find a plotbunny for a slashy lost scene. Title is trite and sucky too. Going to take a long hot shower now. :P
Fool for Love
By
DarkenTwisted
Everyone was celebrating Lardner’s return to the Holy Land, except Much. The Fool was entertaining his new friends with song, poem and pantomime, much to the delight of his new audience. He had removed the ghastly makeup at Robin’s suggestion, hoping to blend in with the villagers as he made way to a new life safely out of Nottingham. He was quite a handsome man with black hair and too blue eyes and captivated all around him.
“Now some soothsaying,” he said as he reached into his tunic and produced a crystal ball out of nowhere.
First he gazed at the orb then at Will Scarlet, “Your lover yes, she has eyes only for you. Your lone rival has broken her heart in two.”
The crafty craftsman went pale and stared across the fire at Djaq. The Saracen woman suddenly found a pile of leaves very interesting in a corner of the camp. Her olive skin betrayed the sudden blush on her cheeks.
The Fool smiled wryly and turned to Robin, “An emerald ring of betrothal I see but another, for your affections, a rival be.”
Robin gave the fool a quizzical look, not believing a word from the strange man, Who’s the rival? He questioned, tilting his head at the strange comment.
The fool studied the robber, “The stars, sadly it seems, aren’t clear, but perhaps you should ask somebody here.” Robin didn’t catch the direction the trickster’s eyes cast as he said this but Much looked up and met his gaze accusingly at the remark.
“This is sheer nonsense and to claim the power of soothsaying is a heretic offense!” The cook sneered and tossed the meat scrap he was chewing into the fire and walked away from the group.
“Tis only entertainment, my lord Bonchurch,” The fool said with a tantalizing smile on his lips.
Much froze in his footsteps and glared back at the dark-haired man, “Who told him that?” He spat at the others, “Making a mockery of me, for shame!” He stormed off and disappeared into the trees. The laughter he heard stung his ears as he left.
“He’s just joking, Much. There’s no need to get cross,” Robin looked after his former servant sobering. “I should go after him.”
“No allow me, I have offended, so by my hands shall it be mended,” he placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder and smiled warmly. Robin nodded approval and the fool set off behind the camp cook.
“Forgive a heretic?” The Fool held out his hand to the offended cook as Much looked up, startled from where he was probing a pile of leaves with a branch. “I speak out of hand and forget myself. I apologize.”
Much studied the handsome comic and took the offered appendage, “No harm I guess,” He warmed immediately at the strange man’s smile. “I, as well, am sorry for the ‘heretic’ remark.”
“Guilty as charged,” the Fool smiled as he took the other man’s hand.
Much looked at the odd man with renewed interest noting how blue his eyes really were, “How do you know so much about us?”
“Cold reading,” The comic studied the former servant, “Given the right prompt, people out themselves.”
Like me looking up at the mention of Master Robin and Marian? Much blushed under the prankster’s gaze.
“We can’t control the direction of our hearts,” the Fool replied, hand gently on the shoulder of the blonde man before him.
Much shifted on the stump and gazed shamefully into the Fools intense blue eyes, stating flatly, “He doesn’t know.”
“He knows,” the fool interjected. “But as you pine for him, he pines for another. It’s not his fault. His heart just points in another direction, “Such is the way of love.”
“I know . . . ” The cook sighed, “and truth be known, I love her too.”
“Ahh, a double dilemma, friend or lover.” The dark-haired man pulled the blonde servant up to him.
“I find myself in just as grim a situation. My lover lies buried in the forest.”
Much’s eyes brightened in realization. “The Kings messenger, McClellen? Your lover?”
The Fool smiled weakly looking away from the former servant, “My Lawrence, He was coming home to me before Gisborne caught him. He lost a leg in the Holy Land and the King let him return with Lardner for Robin." He glanced at Much his eyes suddenly clouded in grief, “His last mission before returning home. He didn’t make it.” He raised his head with fresh tears at his eyes, “But, a good fool always hides his tears.” He palmed the wetness at his eye, took Much’s hand and poured a couple of crystal jewels into it.
Much looked at the prankster, impressed, “Yes we do.”
“Perhaps we both need a surrogate for our longings.” He touched a hand under Much’s chin and gently brushed his lips against the bearded man’s.
Much shocked at first at the intimacy but the feeling of warm lips at his own was too seductive. He found himself returning the kiss greedily, even though the lips he kissed weren’t attached to the man he loved. He placed his hands on the fool’s waist. He leaned up against the tree behind them, letting his tongue slip past that of the other man’s. Hands fumbled roughly at lacings as the fool lifted Much’s tunic over his head.
“The others might catch us . . . ,” Much started worriedly, looking back at the camp.
“I told them I would search for you and when I found you, we would have a talk. “Seems like we have plenty of time to ‘talk’.” The jester glued his mouth hungrily back to the other man’s.
He moved his lips down Much’s neck letting his tongue linger at his pulse point then worked his way lower to the cook’s blonde chest letting his tongue flicked lightly over the now erect nipples, taking each one and lightly biting till the other man groaned in satisfaction. He went lower still and pulled down Much’s leggings exposing his throbbing member to the night air.
The former servant’s hands worked through the fools dark hair as he ran his tongue against the underside of the blonde servant’s stout length. Each lick elicited a shudder and groan from the man above. He took Much’s hardness greedily as the cook twitched in pleasure above him, working his hands along the dark-haired trickster’s back and chest. He pulled at the fool’s nipples making him groan around his erection.
Feeling himself getting closer, Much reached down and pulled the fool back up into another lingering kiss. He tasted himself on his lover’s mouth. Tongues intertwined as they worked each other close to oblivion.
The fool stopped their hands and looked deep into the former servant’s ice blue eyes panting, “I want you.”
He turned around, and Much slid his lips up the fool’s neck. His soft blonde beard sent shivers up the prankster’s spine. He reached around and inserted two fingers in his lovers mouth, letting him wet them thoroughly. Much then inserted his fingers in the joker’s moist opening, enlarging him for his member.
Much slid his hardness into his new lover with one quick stroke and held him till the pain subsided. They then both moved in a fluid rhythm, each thrust sending shivers through them both. They groaned softly into each others mouths as they sent each other over the edge.
Much could feel the hard spasm of the man in front of him as long ropes of seed hit the tree they leaned against, glistening against the bark in the moonlight. The sensation of orgasm overtook the former servant as he in turn, released his own pent up need.
Afterwards they lay against the tree, naked. A soft sheen of sweat glistened on their bare skin. Much cradled the fool protectively with his arms wrapped around him. He rested his head against the dark-haired prankster’s neck. “I’m sorry about Lawrence.” He said, placing soft kisses on the dark-haired man’s shoulder.
“And I’m sorry about Robin,” the fool smiled and then turned to meet his lips to the former servant’s.
Much caught the fool’s lips in a passionate kiss then he gently and playfully kissed the comedian on the nose, “When the king returns and I have my lands, please come to Bonchurch.”
“You’ll have need of a fool?” the dark-haired man replied smiling warmly, searching the eyes of his companion in the moonlight.
“No,” The former servant said, meeting his lovers gaze. “I’ll have need of a friend.”
FIN